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I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Starting out from NY city, one man will come back in time and start dominating the world of the apocalypse. Hye lived his entire life without a class. After the apocalypse hit the human world, strange creatures invaded and killed humans while new lands were being added. Systems were given to humans and with the help of the guides, humans started to fight back for their lives. All of this happened under the watch of the venerable beings who were shining stars in the sky; gods! Hye dreamt his entire life of a chance to prove himself. He was a hard-working, earnestly learning, and smart youth. However, the apocalypse never was merciful to such humans at all. Until one day he got a chance to go back in time when everything started. At this new starting point, he found himself able to finally obtain what he wanted, a class for himself and power beyond imagination. But will things be this easy for him? ______________________________________________ Release schedule: 1-2 chapters per day, more chapters per summoning pens: 1 chap for every 100 summoning pens. [WPC #264 - Gold Place Winner!] [ Check trailer 1 of the novel here: bit.ly/wn12345 ]

ranmaro · Fantasie
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Trying To Recruit Hectors

The battle extended to reach beyond the limits of the horizon. My forces were running amok after the hurriedly retreating broken forces of that paragon.

But in general there was a threat anywhere. Even those remaining elite forces of that paragon were already under my control.

I knew that my forces were suppressed for such a long time to deserve a chance to fight back. So I decided to call back my controlled forces and leave the rest for mine

Hundreds of thousands of elite humans and Bulltors stood underneath my chariot. I already gave them contracts, making them all part of my forces now.

I didn't cancel my technique. I was still forcing my threads around to catch anyone I could reach. Also I still have this problem of the remaining Hector elites to handle.

These folks weren't weak, but they weren't just like other races that I could handle. They were, after all, the personal army of that paragon.